Laboriously he stood up from a small crater in the cobblestone. Seth stood in the middle of a narrow alley. Through the thick fog, he could barely see the entrance to the alley. What had happened?
He tried to recount his memories.
Until yesterday, he was able to look out of the window of their airship and there would have been the vast ocean and the Koor Worm that chased them all the way across the sea. They had traveled straight across the ocean and now came close to the south of the detached continent.
This was when things changed. As they came closer to land, the world outside the window was covered in a thick mist that dispersed the hateful sun into a sickly and uncomfortable light in a realm of grey nothingness. They were technically flying blindly, only reliant on the skill.
Their plan had been simple. Fly deeper inland, lose the sea serpent, and then turn back to the northern shore where the ruins were supposed to be.
Who would have thought that they would end up in a giant bank of fog?
This explained the fog...
~ Your little nutshell was attacked. ~ Puffles helped Seth's jumbled head.
Right. Seth was about to return to his cabin when he heard Hubert scream from the cockpit. The whole vessel shook. Things and people flew around before they could hold onto something. He remembered falling.
Looking at the crater in the cobblestone, no wonder his memories were in disarray. He had no pain anywhere; the golden fleece must have healed him up.
~No, it was me, mom! I was faster than the golden rag! ~ the Imugi, Tatzel, called out proudly.
~Good job. ~ Seth answered with a smile, though he felt a little awkward. Calling his cloth armor a golden rag? Puffles started rubbing off on the impressionable snakelet.
Looking at the foggy city awoke unpleasant memories for Seth. It reminded him of the mist world they had accidentally entered back in Y-City.
"Pheles, are you there?" Seth asked in the void.
No answer.
This complicated things. Seth didn't really have a way to locate the rest of the party. To his knowledge, there also wasn't anybody in the party with this kind of tracking skills.
If this was a normal situation, he would have directly put on the Helm of Hades and started exploring. But he couldn't do that because of the recorder that was still there, by the way. It was one thing to make it look away once in a while, but just disappearing would be too obvious.
Oh well, it didn't get him anywhere to stand here and ponder.
The city streets were empty, lit by dim streets lights. The air was moist and smelled of mold and earth. The houses bordering the streets were in disrepair with wooden windowsills and balconies warped from the moisture. The narrow boardwalks were filled with broken glass and damp residue of the render that had fallen off their facades while.
Was this the effects of the fog?
Checking his
